Flight 411 MX2

(Rejjie Snow) Bada boom Bada bing I'm just tryna sing So let me spit it mad spiritual And indigenous then naughtiest spitter with aboriginals The flow is so original The shits a fucking miracle With a mad kid but the flow is to immaculate I'm still running but the pigs ain't catching shit Slug tipping and dippin ya caesar salad dip And talking with a slang of a villain until i'm coughing piss Coughing piss and munching on a rappers dish Two gold chains and some playground raps dude Six gold teeth and some sticker pack tattoos Yeah.. What the birds see the villains do These dudes play happy Until i smack em with the pedestal Penultimate decision was the boogy at Seven rebels And dissect the intellect for what he made clever The switch you believe will make you sing Bada boom Bada bing Smacking off his bling Preaching to my mistletoe Long John silvers and some crook teeth Grimey like the blacks mandingos When shes licking of the liquor on his lips Seven shades blacker uncle Genie with the wish Smuggle in the sediments the ball from the rich Speak about the eagle end up in the ditch snitch Brownie fudge smug, mug Run a little fucker on stage spit crack Thats word to my mother And my sister and my brothers, brothers Snow I don't know what to say I'm going insane Up in the membrane I'm going insane Yeah Yo Yeah Bada boom Bada bing Smacking off his bling I'm just tryna sing